*polgara looks at the ball flying about*
well not that 
*Polgara looks at Bethazar and the ball in there hand changes color*
urm i dont know my self
but it tends to change color for some reson.
when i look into it i can see things.
*she goes back to looking her glowing light thingy. as she looks at it it's color changes from a deep blue to blood red*
What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...